If you have heard or seen the musical "Hamilton," you are sure to love it. The creator of the Broadway masterpiece is Lin-Manuel Miranda, who got inspiration from the novel "Alexander Hamilton" written by Ron Chernow. I first listened to the hip-hop musical my junior year of high school for an essay, yet now, a freshman in college, I still listen to it. Not only does it teach you history about a man who is always brushed under the rug in history class, but it encapsulates emotion, creativity, and American culture. One of the most remarkable things about "Hamilton" is that Miranda intended to have non-white performers. Not because of race, but because of the sound he wanted: the voice, not appearances. He also felt like the diversity portrayed the America that we live in today. I personally find this to be so important and symbolic in our society today.

Anyways, as per title, this will have some inaccurate segments, but if you wanted to know the day in the life of A.Ham in college today, here ya go.

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I usually wake up to the sound of my beloved Eliza stomping around the room, while I lay on the couch. If you're wondering why I'm on the couch, and she's in bed, well, the answer is simple, I'm a ladies man. Unfortunately, that means I mess up a few times but whatever. As I walk to the mirror to brush my teeth, I realize how much weight I have gained. Man, freshman fifteen is so real. The food here ain't like the food in Charlestown, Nevis. This place has pizza for a meal swipe. That's BASICALLY unlimited free pizza.

Anyways, I'm throwing my favorite blue crewneck sweater that says, "This is what a Federalist looks like," as well as my jeans and red converse. I look back in the mirror and remind myself that I should prove that I am more than anyone bargained for. I grew up pretty poor, basically on my own, so by gaining federal aid and scholarships, I am in college getting my journalism degree.

To get my scholarships I wrote so many essays, like, 51. Not only that, since I am a journalism major, I swear I write like every second of my life, every second I'm alive. Despite the agonizing hand cramps, my Dean is very impressed by me. He always comes to me about things for the college. You could say I'm his right-hand man, ya know?

Speaking of which, he is now talking to the president of the University. As Mr.Pres walks out of his office, he motions his hand to come in and he says "Ah! Alex, Come! Meet me inside!".

We talked of the latest article that I wrote for the University's newspaper. It was about my apology for being too drunk and kissing too many ladies at the last Frat Party. Apparently, since I'm the treasurer, it's a big deal that I publicly apologize. I really wanted it to be on the down-low since I have a wife and I was so embarrassed of myself. But, the president of Zeta Theta Psi threatened me of my leadership position so I had to. I guess I deserve the embarrassment.

As I walked out of his office he said, "Look, Alex, you are so talented and have this amazing opportunity to publicly write. Not everyone gets this shot, don't throw away yours."

Classes continue, on and on. Mass Comm 101, Math 110, Intro to American Government, and English 101. After my last class, some of my friends invite me to go by the lake with them but I am really trying to change my topic on my next American Government paper, so I have to get my new plan through with my professor. So, I go and do that, eventually it works out.

I drive back to my apartment only to find my wife, Eliza, gone with her sister, Angelica, to the lake with my friends. Of course. I shall finish my essay, and hit my bed. As I fall asleep, I feel myself stress about exams, will they be the death of me? Several days ahead of me? To ease me calm, I think of coming home to my son, Phillip, safe, with my father-in-law.